That hot guy tied to Lissianna Argeneau’s bed? He’s not dessert—he’s
the main course!

Lissianna has been spending her centuries pining for Mr. Right, not just a
quick snack, and this sexy guy she finds in her bed looks like he might be a candidate.
But there’s another, more pressing issue: her tendency to faint at the sign
of blood… an especially annoying quirk for a vampire. Her mother thinks
she has the perfect solution, and serves up the therapist on a silver platter
(or at least a wrought iron bed). Of course it doesn’t hurt that this psychologist
has a delicious looking neck.

What kind of cold-blooded vampire woman could resist a bite of that? Dr. Gregory
Hewitt recovers from the shock of waking up in a stranger’s bedroom pretty
quickly—once he sees a gorgeous woman about to treat him to a wild night
of passion. But is it possible for the good doctor find true love with a hemophobic
vampire vixen, or will he be just a good meal?

That’s a question Dr. Greg might be willing to sink his teeth into…
if he can just get Lissianna to bite.

Here it is. I know it's been a long wait, and I apologize for that, but the
next story in the Argeneau series is finally on its way. This is Lissianna and
Greg's story. It should have been the first story in the series, and would have
been if I'd had my way, but I don't always get my way. Who does? But...better
late than never, I suppose. I hope you enjoy Greg and Lissianna's story.

Prologue

“It’s just a little dinner party.”

“Uh huh,” Greg Hewitt murmured. Standing, he caught the receiver
in the crook between his shoulder and neck, holding it in place with his chin
as he began to clean up his desk in preparation of leaving the office. His sister’s
voice had taken on a wheedling tone which was always a bad sign. Sighing inwardly,
he shook his head as she continued rattling on, telling him what she had planned
for the meal and so on, all in an effort to convince him to attend. He noticed
she wasn’t mentioning who else was to be at this little dinner, but suspected
he already knew. Greg had no doubt that Jackie had meant for it to be herself,
her long suffering husband John, and yet another single female friend she hoped
to hook up with her still single older brother.

“I won’t be coming.” Before she could whine, he added quickly,
“I can’t. I’ll be out of the country tomorrow.”

“What?” There was a pause, then a suspicious, “Why? Where
are you going?”

“Mexico. I’m going on vacation. That’s why I called you in
the first place. I fly out first thing in the morning for Cancun.” Knowing
he’d just set his sister aback, Greg allowed a smile to tug at his lips
as he juggled the phone around to don the suit jacket he’d discarded earlier
in the day.

“Mexico?” Jackie said after a long pause. “A vacation?”

Greg couldn’t decide if her bewilderment was amusing or just a sad commentary
on his life to date. This was the first vacation he’d taken since starting
his psychology practice eight years ago. Actually, he hadn’t gone on vacation
since starting University. He was a typical workaholic; driven to succeed and
willing to put the hours in to do so. It didn’t leave much time for a social
life. This vacation was long overdue.

“Listen, I have to get going. I’ll send you a postcard from Mexico.
Bye.” He hung up before she could say anything to stop him, then grabbed
his briefcase and quickly escaped the office. Greg wasn’t surprised to hear
the phone start ringing as he locked the office door, Jackie was the persistent
sort, but he ignored it. Smiling faintly, he pocketed his keys and started down
the hall for the bank of elevators that serviced the whole floor.

Dr. Gregory Hewitt was now officially on vacation and the knowledge made him
relax more with every step away from his office. He was actually whistling softly
as he boarded the elevator and turned to push the button marked P3. The whistle
died, however, and Greg reached instinctively toward the panel, his eyes searching
for the hold button to keep the doors open when he realized a woman was hurrying
toward the closing doors. He needn’t have bothered; the woman was quick
on her feet and managed to slip through just before the doors closed.

Greg let the hand he’d half-raised to the panel drop away and stepped
politely out of the way so she could select the floor she wanted. He gave her
a curious once over as she moved in front of the panel, idly wondering where the
woman had come from. The hall had been empty when he’d traversed it and
he hadn’t heard a door open or close, but then he’d been distracted
with thoughts of his coming vacation. There were several offices on this floor
besides his own, and she could be from any of them, but he was sure he’d
never seen her before. She was not the sort of woman a man forgot in a hurry with
her long legs, curvaceous figure and long dark wavy hair.

Greg had only got a glimpse of her face as she’d boarded the elevator
and most of her features were a vague blur in his memory, but her eyes had been
attention grabbing, a silver-blue he’d never seen before. They were beautiful,
but unusual. He now decided they were the result of colored contacts and immediately
lost any interest in her. Greg could appreciate a beautiful woman, and had no
problem with them making the best of their appearance, but when they moved on
to this level of artifice to try to attract attention, he tended to be turned
off.

Shrugging her out of his thoughts, he relaxed back against the wall as the
elevator began to move. His mind immediately began to fill with his coming trip.
Greg had planned a lot of outings, he’d never been anywhere like Mexico
before and wanted to enjoy all there was to do. Along with the usual lounging
on the beach, he hoped to get in some parasailing, snorkeling and maybe go on
one of those boat rides where you got to feed the dolphins.

Greg was also interested in going to the Museo Arqueológico de Cancún
to see relics from digs, he definitely wanted to go to the Museum Casa Maya, an
ecological park with walking paths where you could see the local animals and a
reproduction of how the Mayans lived centuries ago. And he might even give the
bullfights a chance, though that idea wasn’t really very interesting to
him, he hated to see animals suffer. Then there was the night life. Greg had looked
into it on the web and thought he might like to have dinner on the Cancun Queen,
a paddle wheeler that served dinner as it cruised a lagoon. If he had any energy
after that, he might just hit Coco Bongo or the Bulldog café, dance bars
full of half-naked people gyrating to deafening music.

Nodding politely in the general direction of his companion, he stepped off
the elevator and started walking through the large, nearly empty parking garage.
Half-naked women still dancing on the periphery of his mind, it took Greg a minute
or two to notice the sound of footsteps behind him. He almost glanced over his
shoulder to see who it was when it did infiltrate his thoughts, and then let the
matter go. The sound was the hollow ‘tap tap’ of high heels
on concrete; sharp and quick and echoing loudly in the nearly empty space. The
brunette was obviously also parked on this floor.

His gaze moved absently over the open space toward where his car should be,
but got caught on one of the supporting beams as he passed. The large black P1
painted on the concrete beam made him slow in confusion. Parking levels 1 and
2 were reserved for visitors to the various offices and businesses in the building.
He was parked on P3 and had been sure the elevator panel light had been on P3
when he’d looked…but it appeared he’d misread the sign. Stopping,
he started to turn back the way he’d come.

This is the right floor. There is the car ahead.

“Yes, of course,” he murmured under his breath and continued forward.
He strode up to the lone vehicle.

It wasn’t until he stopped at the back of the car and found himself opening
the trunk that the thought broke through his mind that this wasn’t
his car. His was a dark blue BMW, not this small red sports car. But as quickly
as that thought – with its accompanying alarm -- claimed him, it blew away
like fog under the influence of a breeze.

Relaxing, Greg set his briefcase inside the trunk, climbed in after it, arranged
himself in the small space, then pulled the trunk closed, trapping himself inside.